My mom used to always describe me as "the perfect last child". Which is funny because I'm not the last child.
But apparently, I was pretty mellow and chill.
This came up at dinner a couple nights ago and HH made some comment about how I'm sort of the total opposite now.
(Not funny or appreciated at all, HH.)
But today, I think I did a pretty good job of rolling with the punches.
Things started off rough from almost the get go when Baby B woke up slightly before 7 (along with the other two, but it's okay for them to be up at that time on a school morning). But we managed. And even got ready 20 minutes early.
And then all kinds things popped up all day, not all of them were "bad" things, but things that would normally throw me for a loop because they weren't in alignment with my routine that I was so excited to get back to finally now that school is in session again. However, I handled them like a champ (if I do say so myself) and took everything in stride.
So, reflecting back on that just now is a bit of a proud Joyful Moment for me.
But the true Joyful Moments of the day came from celebrating a friend's birthday this morning with a sort of impromptu potluck lunch, cupcakes, and more of my awesome friends. It was a lot of fun.
Wishing you all mellow Joyful Moments!